Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Y Pants,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Adolescents,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Ultra Naté,
Excepter,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alison Limerick,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.